10Things Which Make Me Feel HAPPY

Ever had one of those days where no matter what you do (or eat) you can't get a smile on your face, well a real one anyway. Here's what to do. Take a notepad, or your laptop, or some sort of device where you can store these things. And write down a few things that make you feel better. Whether it be a quote, song, person, photo or something you can do. These are ten of mine.


1. Do my hair and makeup. There is something that I love when I apply a stack of make up and fool around with a new hairstyle. It takes my mind off of what was upsetting me and I really have to apply myself. Sometimes I take a celebrity photo and try and imitate it.


2. Go for a jog. Exercise releases endorphins which basically is happiness. And most people look hot in a pair of jogging pants. Nothing makes you feel better then a total stranger giving you a compliment on how you look or your dedication. Your body will thank you too.


3. Yoga. Everyone knows yoga is made to relax you. Go somewhere quiet, play some relaxing music and get a stretching. Make sure you google some techniques so you aren't standing there like a fool.


4. Write. I am a writer so it might not be for everyone. I once knew someone that enjoyed doing math when they were upset or stressed. But I write. It doesn't necessarily have to make sense either. Hence why my Blog can seem like total cr*# sometimes.


5. Dance around in my underwear. Not only is it exercise but it makes you feel stupid but good at the same time. A lil T Mills.


6. Cook and eat. There is nothing like having the satisfaction of making a big meal that tastes amazing and eating it all yourself.


7. Phone my mum. Friends are okay to talk to but your Mum is the one person that will never judge you and can make you laugh. Well mine anyway.


8. Go through my wardrobe. You never know what you will find. Find some new outfits, take some photo's of them and share them too the world.


9. Go shopping. Even window shopping can cheer you up. But spending some money on the new pair of jeans you need is always a good feeling.


10. Watch a reallllyy sad movie. Comedies are ok but I like to watch them and think how good my life is compared to theirs. Even biggest loser makes me feel better. Its cruel but I can't help but think 'thank god I'm not fat'.


So there we go. Probably pretty useless. But give it a go. And finally. Smile. It does make you feel better.


Keep smilin'
Accidently Sarah xx

The 90's kid

Every generation has a distinct attitude which defines history. Personally, I pick and choose certain traits from each and call them my own, but the one I hold true to my heart, is the 90's.

The 90's was to thank for the Backstreet Boys, Britney Spears and the Play-Station. Growing up, it is my firm belief the 90's was the best generation. We weren't addicted to crack, being to skinny wasn't cool and it was the last generation before the ultimate 'we're bored' generation.
We knew how to play on our own and with friends. We dressed up as the Spice-girls every opportunity we could and pretended we were superstars. Kiss and Catch was innocent until proven guilty by a parent. Music was and is who we are, no matter what type. We are the most judgmental people alive, but boy george do we stick together when we need too. We are the 90's kids.
True, we are not kids any more but we hold onto all those things we cherished as kids. We hang out with our friends still at skate parks and we take out the camera and take photos of ants and blur out the grass and call it art.
When I look at those slightly grown up people from when I was a kid, none of them have changed to much. They still have that smart-ass attitude which got them a good smack on the bum (because it was still legal). We are a generation of people who are single and proud. We don't need no one to make us happy, because we are comfy in our skin. But that doesn't mean we don't find comfort in other people. The 90's kids tend to stick together.
When I have an issue, I don't go to anyone but one of my fellow 90's kids. I'm not sure why, but they seem to understand more. And another thing, we seem to steal other generations habits but make them cool.
We smoke, but socially. Still dangerous but more responsible then the chain smokers from the 60's (Dad I am looking right at you). We wear the fashions of the 70's and even earlier. We even adopted hammer pants!


But what is it that makes us 90's kids the most additive generation of all? We know it all. "I don't claim to know it all and I hate to brag, but I do know it all".


Tell me why you think your generation is the best. And 90's kids...keep it real ;).


Keepin' it real.
Accidently Sarah x

The Many Sided Career

There are so many things I wish I could be. Professional dancer, skater, surfer, journalist, wedding planner, designer, vet and so on.


For many years I wanted to be a wedding planner. I often still plan a whole wedding and enjoy doing every little aspect of it and dream of the day I can actually help someone organize one. Alas, I doubt that day will ever come.


I have recently pouring through photos of wedding gowns, bridesmaids and flower girl dresses, tuxedo's and suits, shoes, accessories, flowers, rings, cakes, tables, table clothes, flower rings, chairs, chair covers, ribbons and bows, invitations, cutlery and the list goes on for about another page. There are so many themes one can choose from but I love colour themes. Choosing a few favourite, well suited colours and revolving an entire wedding around these. Every single aspect. And I always looked at different types of weddings. Small and large. Beach or country. At home or in lavish castles or wineries. I even ventured into looking at rainforests.


Personally, I want to keep the ideas I adore to myself. Selfish I know, but they are a few ideas I have accumulated over the years. I think I nearly have every detail too. Of course I just need a willing hubby who will also agree and adore every single aspect, but I am willing to adapt for the right person ;)


Is this a thing all girls do? I know it didn't start at an older age as I was doing this from a very young age with Mum's magazines but I still wonder do all girls do it. Or was my flair for this something I should of put into practice?


Who knows. Maybe I will.


Keep Dreaming.
Accidently Sarah xx

Hard Decisions

I know it will sound like such a cliche' but we really do learn from our mistakes. If we don't, well there is always something we can take away from it.


I am not a person who deals well with failure. Mainly because I always tried to be reasonably good at everything I ever tried. Like sport. I was a huge fan of a lot of sport's when I was younger. Especially baseball, football, soccer, skipping, hoola hooping, sprinting, hurdles...well you get the point.


Then in school. I chose subjects I thought I would be interested in. Modern history, legal studies, economics. I was right. I was good at them. I dropped legal studies later on for fashion classes but I always found legal a little too easy for my liking. Too good, yah know?


But recently I have had to fail at things. Like Broadcast. It is a class all about the news and radio. And I had no choice after bad circumstances of being ill and missing too many classes, too having a bad group and being left on my own to do a huge assignment to just being too stressed with too much work. I will admit, I spent about two hours crying, burnt myself with my hair straightener because I could barely see too. But after some kind words from Dad and my supportive boyfriend, I realized I would take the subject again and totally rule it.


My Dad would say I fail at drinking. But I classify my drinking habits and drunken tendencies as wins. Sorry Dad.


But really, in life, we all win, we all lose. Sometimes. I know it is hard to sometimes say you have failed or lost. And in the end the hardest part is not disappointing someone else, but disappointing yourself. From my experience, you just need to learn to take a deep breathe, wipe away the running mascara, plaster on a smile and keep on truckin'.


Keep truckin'


AccidentlySarah xx

My Phone Photo's

I tend to take what at the time I suppose could be amazing photo's. But when I look back at these amazing works of art, they are not what I wished them to be.
In hopes of not sounding, I think vain would be the word I want but correct me if I am wrong, I have an eye for beautiful things. I like to capture the beautiful thing on camera. Very few times it works. But I am learning...hopefully. And then there are the time I have no idea why I took the photo.


On the right is an event cinema's largest frozen beverage. They are amazing. Seriously, amazing. A bit to much but I still managed to drink one in under ten minutes, before the movie had even started. My friend, who happens to be quite small, including her hands, allowed me to take advantage of her situation of the massive drink.
And now we have photographic memory of her struggle to finish the gigantic frozen goodness.


The image to the right is one of my favourite photo's. There was a black out and being the only one in the house, having not a single clue as to wear the candles might be hiding, I retrieved my lime and coconut scented candle, created a playlist of Elton John, James Blunt and some other soothing music and laid back on the couch to enjoy the darkness.
 In a moment of serenity I noticed how amazing the candle looked in the dark. The light reflected in the glass of the table, in the tiny sound system screen and from the television. One wick was flickering a little more then the other. Which in the photo, was the opposite wick strangely enough.
Anyway, I took a photo. The photo did not turn out nearly the tiniest bit how I wanted it too. And yet it is one which always reminds me to stay calm, breath and just let it all go.
Too anyone else the photo looks exactly what it should though. A blur of crap. But who cares what anyone else thinks about my piece of serenity and happy existence.

Now the image of the ducks is something which always bring a slight smile to my face.
I was out with a friend jogging and there were these three ducks in the middle of the road. They were just waddling along, quacking their gossip and were sure to be murdered by a car.
So off I waddled, quacking my gossip to my following friend and I waddled behind these ducks until they flip flopped their way onto a foot path. It is a reminder that even the little people have feelings. I don't know why.

Although speaking of little things, not all little things. But the spider in the picture on the left was better described as too large to live. I was not the one to stab it with a fork just to be clear. I did not partake in the killing of the poor little thing at all. I just took the photo's of my house mate pretending to eat it's dead twitching body. Spider's have always fascinated me. No clue why, they just do.

Now, the photo to the left is one you have hopefully seen before. My little Grudge incident with my hair extensions.
I could not resist taking this photo. I have many more just like it.
It was a horrific experience which I repeat almost every week or two. All in the name of beauty I suppose.

The final image is one which should have been amazing. The moon last Monday night. It was stunning to say the least. But thanks to the street lights and house lights around, it could not be what it should have been.


I cannot help but think who cares about any of this, but we all like to read a bit of light and fluffy bullshit every now and then right?


Keep talking crap.


AccidentlySarah xxx

  

Woes of Being Womanly (no period talk, promise)

The best feeling in the world is stepping out ready for a night on the pee covered tiles in town, with mountains of curls, pristine make up, a tiny black dress and sky high heels. But what about the time and money it costs to maintain and make these looks happen?

I am one of those girls who spends a fortune on make up. I am a M.A.C addict. But I am also one of those girls who pokes herself in the eye with mascara and liquid eyeliner. Also burning myself with my curler and flat iron. Over clumping my eyelashes. Gluing my fingers together when putting on fake nails. You name it.

The thighs that come with those gorgeous heels you wear on a Saturday night are things you definitely wish would go away for the next few days, but you forget by the next Saturday night when you squeeze you thong tanned foot into those needle thin pretties. Vaseline, lower heels, party gel pads and band aids all help, but still, nothing beats those foot cramps, right girls?

And the dress creeping up the leg. Fashion tape does not work for me. I don't know why, it just doesn't. So I am left tugging my dress down over my miniscule, no muffin top panties a million times a night. 

And speaking of panties, the pain of a push up bra. Not literal pain but they can be so annoying. I already have quite ample natural bosoms to say the least, but my Playboy bra is my best friend.

But ladies, doesn't it all seem worth it when the cutie in the v neck t-shirt chats you up and you leave with a number?

Keep flirting ;)

AccidentlySarah xx

Writer's Ambition and sullen responses.

Growing up I never understood the fascination with magazines and yet at the same time I was one of those hypnotized. I would sit and flip (and tear) the pages of my mum's glossy pages and always wish for something more then tabloid rubbish. It was around the age of ten when I started asking her to buy more Vogue and other fashion directed magazines. But my hunger didn't stop at fashion, I would sift through the dry pages of my Grandparent's Reader's Digest too. It is now I look back and realize, I was born a glossy page, reading, writing addict.


The only difference between then and now, I write for them. Well I hope too anyway if they give me a chance. I remember when I first told a family member I was doing a journalism course, they replied with 'I could imagine you darting after Britney Spears with a camera and getting her loose weave on camera'. I was upset he thought that is what I would be doing. 
In my mind their are the savvy, career hungry ones who fly off to anywhere like Iraq or Pakistan and are filmed or write in the secluded,dirt filled trenches.
And the fashion forward women with their perfect sleek hair, hand bags wedges into the crease of their arm as they strut off in their sky high heels and designer flats to look at Galiano's new season line. 
The one's who sit at home all day with their kids and casually type away their thought's and do the well written research article's we all end up in tears over. 
There are so many more I can imagine, but how would I ever fit into one of them? I still don't know. But I do know, I only write about thing's I love or feel passionate about and I only ever write in my style. Except when a subject dictates otherwise, but I still inject my personal little needle of adrenalin into it. 
Sometimes when I read a magazine I feel like one person has written every single article in the whole front to back glossy. And I realize I sound just like them when I sometimes write, but maybe that will bring me closer to being accepted. But maybe it won't. 
I always try and read every single article in every magazine I pick up. No matter how badly written or boring it is. It is a habit I like to get into. I accept all writing. 
And yet I want to be an Editor some day. I won't be able to read every single submission or answer every email. But at the same time, what about those poor girls (and boys) who pour their hearts into the letters and email sent to Editor's they admire. And the excitement that runs through every inch of them when they see a reply, but it is from the secretary or personal assistant of that idol.
I did just that to Australian Vogue Editor in Chief Kristie Clements. I always end up calling her Kirstie and have to Google to check. I am not sure why. Well, I wrote to her, saying how I want to be just like her. Well now I don't. I got her personal assistants reply. I felt the fire go out in heart but then I studied up on Anna Wintour. She is by far my favourite editor. Although known as a bit of a stiff and a serious person, she is professional but has a private life.
But whether it is the life for me..who knows and I guess we will see.


Keep writing.


AccidentlySarah xxx